What is the craziest thing you have ever done drunk or sober?
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Laurie
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Voluntteered for nuclear weapponns tests in the Pacificc in the 50s.
By the grace of God I was not cnosen!
By the grace of God I was not cnosen!
Hahahaha..omg..you were lucky! :lol1:
Pappy
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Drank a half pint of Southern Comfort and washed it down with a pint of Apple Jack.
I was 17 and invincible.
Got sick, fell asleep in the woods, behind the pizza place, woke up early morning and I couldn't find my glasses and car keys. Had to walk home, about three miles, fell into bed and dry heaved for two days.
To this day, I can't drink any hard stuff. Beer and wine are okay.
I was 17 and invincible.
Got sick, fell asleep in the woods, behind the pizza place, woke up early morning and I couldn't find my glasses and car keys. Had to walk home, about three miles, fell into bed and dry heaved for two days.
To this day, I can't drink any hard stuff. Beer and wine are okay.
OMG, that sounds awfully painful Pappy. I have had times like that, too, but they are hard to remember..
jujube
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Married someone I had only had two dates with. Don't worry, it worked out quite well for 37 years until I lost him.
Butterfly
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Got married.
Lara
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Got on a train in Japan with my friend at age 10 not knowing where we were going nor how to get back home. We didn't know the language, and no one on the train spoke english in the 60's. I'm surprised they even let us on. It was crowded so maybe they thought we were with a Japanese adult? We got off in a pretty village, looked around, then picked a random train going in the opposite direction and did make it back home.
IKE
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Back in about '72' myself and two Thai gals got caught by hotel security skinny dipping in the rooftop pool at the Nana Hotel in Bangkok in the wee hours of the morning......the security guy said, "no can do !, no can do !" so we just casually got dressed and left. 
hauntedtexan
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On my 18th birthday, I got very drunk and passed out in the back seat of my buddy's '65 mustang, I was just fine there. Another friend thought I had to get out and go to bed when they got me home, so trying to wake me up, he slapped me. I woke up just enough to puke into his new boots and they seemed to understand then, that I was where I needed, and wanted to be for the night.
IKE
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HT, I've got a couple pair of nice Lucchese boots and I'd be really upset if you puked in them.
Robusta
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Buddies and I did some Acid. We had been pulling tracer rounds from the .50 cal belt and made us up a belt of tracers. Excellent fireworks,did destroy the barrel though!
Victor Meldrew
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It wasn't actually me who did this, but a girl I was dating at the time did and I was unwittingly, sort of a part of it.
Back around 1981 when I was in college, I met and started dating a girl I'd gone to high school with but never knew. Anyway, I was living about an hour away from the town we both grew up in but she would come over to visit me and I would go over there to work on the weekends and we'd go out after I got off.
Anyhoo... one Sunday night she came over and we went out with my two roommates tagging along. We were driving down this four lane thoroughfare here in the city where I still live around 10 pm headed towards an area where there were some little pubs and bars etc. I was driving her car which was some kind of AMC station wagon with a luggage rack on top. I'm doing about 30 - 35 mph when she suddenly says "I want to drive!!!" No sooner did she get the words out, when she starts to climb out the passenger side window. I had known her well enough by this time to know she was up to some typical little trick of the type she liked to play, so I just went along with it and kept driving, though I did slow down a little bit.
Anyway, she climbs all the way out the window (wearing nothing but a knitted tube top, thin nylon wrap around shorts with little splits up the sides and thick soled cork heels) then crawls across the roof of the car still doing around 30 mph, and back down into the drivers side window, whereupon I started to slide over into the passenger seat letting her take the wheel and continue driving along as though nothing unusual or out of the ordinary had happened.
Later on she told me that a few years earlier, she and a girlfriend she knew when she lived out in Utah used to go out onto the Bonneville salt flats and practice that move extensively so they could pull it on unsuspecting people.
She was a truly crazy girl.
This is right about where it occurred, but around 10 o'clock at night...
Back around 1981 when I was in college, I met and started dating a girl I'd gone to high school with but never knew. Anyway, I was living about an hour away from the town we both grew up in but she would come over to visit me and I would go over there to work on the weekends and we'd go out after I got off.
Anyhoo... one Sunday night she came over and we went out with my two roommates tagging along. We were driving down this four lane thoroughfare here in the city where I still live around 10 pm headed towards an area where there were some little pubs and bars etc. I was driving her car which was some kind of AMC station wagon with a luggage rack on top. I'm doing about 30 - 35 mph when she suddenly says "I want to drive!!!" No sooner did she get the words out, when she starts to climb out the passenger side window. I had known her well enough by this time to know she was up to some typical little trick of the type she liked to play, so I just went along with it and kept driving, though I did slow down a little bit.
Anyway, she climbs all the way out the window (wearing nothing but a knitted tube top, thin nylon wrap around shorts with little splits up the sides and thick soled cork heels) then crawls across the roof of the car still doing around 30 mph, and back down into the drivers side window, whereupon I started to slide over into the passenger seat letting her take the wheel and continue driving along as though nothing unusual or out of the ordinary had happened.
Later on she told me that a few years earlier, she and a girlfriend she knew when she lived out in Utah used to go out onto the Bonneville salt flats and practice that move extensively so they could pull it on unsuspecting people.
She was a truly crazy girl.
This is right about where it occurred, but around 10 o'clock at night...
Similar to Pappy's experience, except I was at home, alone, and old enough (24) to know better. Drank at least 6 full shots of Wild Turkey, 101 proof, in one hour. Could have been more. I lost track after 6. All this just to see what it would be like to get really stinking drunk. Had the next day off work. Carefully planned.
Passed out. Still hung over 2 days later. I can count on one hand the times I ever drank even just a little too much after that, because of that little "experiment."
Passed out. Still hung over 2 days later. I can count on one hand the times I ever drank even just a little too much after that, because of that little "experiment."
IKE
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Similar to Pappy's experience, except I was at home, alone, and old enough (24) to know better. Drank at least 6 full shots of Wild Turkey, 101 proof, in one hour. Could have been more. I lost track after 6. All this just to see what it would be like to get really stinking drunk. Had the next day off work. Carefully planned.
Passed out. Still hung over 2 days later. I can count on one hand the times I ever drank even just a little too much after that, because of that little "experiment."
Nancy back in the day Wild Turkey 101 and water was my favorite drink......good stuff.
Butterfly
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Similar to Pappy's experience, except I was at home, alone, and old enough (24) to know better. Drank at least 6 full shots of Wild Turkey, 101 proof, in one hour. Could have been more. I lost track after 6. All this just to see what it would be like to get really stinking drunk. Had the next day off work. Carefully planned.
Passed out. Still hung over 2 days later. I can count on one hand the times I ever drank even just a little too much after that, because of that little "experiment."
I drank WAY too much cognac once upon a time in my misspent youth. I was so sick the next day I lay in the floor and prayed for death. I was sick a couple days and to this day, half a century+ later, I cannot abide even the smell of cognac or anything similar. Gawd, was I ever sick!
:lol: Yep. That describes it very well, Butterfly.
oakapple
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Admission time:I have never been drunk.
so, sober, I once sent an apple pie by taxi ( on it's own) to my Grandmother's house.The driver was bemused but accepted his fare and it sat in splendid isolation on the back seat.When he reached her cottage, andd knocked on the door holding the apple pie, she took ages to answer ( slightly deaf) and then refused to take the pie, saying that she had not ordered a pie and would not be paying for it.The driver had to shout that it was free and from her Granddaughter.She accepted it but didn't eat it in case it was poisoned!!I found all this out when I visited her five days later ( and the stale pie was still there.)She didn't have a phone, like many people didn't here, in the 1960's. She hadn't believed that I had really sent it.
so, sober, I once sent an apple pie by taxi ( on it's own) to my Grandmother's house.The driver was bemused but accepted his fare and it sat in splendid isolation on the back seat.When he reached her cottage, andd knocked on the door holding the apple pie, she took ages to answer ( slightly deaf) and then refused to take the pie, saying that she had not ordered a pie and would not be paying for it.The driver had to shout that it was free and from her Granddaughter.She accepted it but didn't eat it in case it was poisoned!!I found all this out when I visited her five days later ( and the stale pie was still there.)She didn't have a phone, like many people didn't here, in the 1960's.
She hadn't believed that I had really sent it.I'm so glad it worked out; that could have been a disaster!
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Glad you got back okay.
Hahahahahahaha!Back in about '72' myself and two Thai gals got caught by hotel security skinny dipping in the rooftop pool at the Nana Hotel in Bangkok in the wee hours of the morning......the security guy said, "no can do !, no can do !" so we just casually got dressed and left.
layful:That's the funniest story I've heard in awhile and you were sober!! LOLAdmission time:I have never been drunk.
so, sober, I once sent an apple pie by taxi ( on it's own) to my Grandmother's house.The driver was bemused but accepted his fare and it sat in splendid isolation on the back seat.When he reached her cottage, andd knocked on the door holding the apple pie, she took ages to answer ( slightly deaf) and then refused to take the pie, saying that she had not ordered a pie and would not be paying for it.The driver had to shout that it was free and from her Granddaughter.She accepted it but didn't eat it in case it was poisoned!!I found all this out when I visited her five days later ( and the stale pie was still there.)She didn't have a phone, like many people didn't here, in the 1960's.
jujube
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Oh, yeah, I remember those days with somewhat less than fond memories. For me, it was drinking Sloe Gin Fizzes, which was the "elegant" lady's drink in my neck of the woods in the latish 60's. Sort of like drinking a Vicks Formula 44 Cough Syrup cocktail but a whole lot less fun. And...when you ralphed them back up at 2:00 in the a.m. (and note I said "when", not "if" because it was a given that they would show up again), it was spectacular...technicolor...voluminous...
jujube
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Admission time:I have never been drunk.
so, sober, I once sent an apple pie by taxi ( on it's own) to my Grandmother's house.The driver was bemused but accepted his fare and it sat in splendid isolation on the back seat.When he reached her cottage, andd knocked on the door holding the apple pie, she took ages to answer ( slightly deaf) and then refused to take the pie, saying that she had not ordered a pie and would not be paying for it.The driver had to shout that it was free and from her Granddaughter.She accepted it but didn't eat it in case it was poisoned!!I found all this out when I visited her five days later ( and the stale pie was still there.)She didn't have a phone, like many people didn't here, in the 1960's.
What a story! Loved it!